LOVE AND JEALOUSY.
The first feeling of terror which had caused the three men to recoil at
the appearance of the Jaguar, had gradually worn off; their effrontery,
if not their courage, had returned on seeing the inoffensive manner of
the man they had long been accustomed to fear.
Ruperto, the biggest scoundrel of the three, was the first to regain his
coolness, and, reflecting that the man who caused them such terror was
alone, and therefore could not have the force on his side, he walked
resolutely toward him.
"Rayo de Dios!" he said in a brutal voice, "Let that girl alone, for she
deserves not only what has happened to her, but also the chastisement we
are about to inflict on her at once."
The young man started as if a snake had stung him, and darted over his
shoulder a glance full of menace at the man who had addressed him.
"Are you speaking to me in that way?" he asked.
"To whom else?" the other answered, resolutely, although in his heart
he felt alarmed at the way in which his question had been taken up.
"Ah!" was all the Jaguar said; and without adding another word, he
walked slowly toward Ruperto, whom he held motionless beneath his
fascinating glance, and who watched him come up with a terror that
momentarily increased.
On arriving about a yard from the Mexican the young man stopped.
This scene, apparently so simple, must, however, have possessed a
terrible significance for the witnesses, for all bosoms were heaving,
every brow was pallid.
The Jaguar, with livid face, crisped features, eyes inflamed with blood,
and brows frowning, thrust forth his arm to seize Ruperto, who, overcome
by terror, did not make a single movement to escape from this clutch,
which he knew, however, would be mortal.
Suddenly Carmela bounded like a startled fawn, and cast herself between
the two men.
"Oh!" she shrieked, as she clasped her hands; "have pity on him; do not
kill him, in Heaven's name!"
The young man's face suddenly changed, and assumed an expression of
ineffable gentleness.
"Be it so!" he said; "Since such is your wish, he shall not die; but he
insulted you, Carmela, and must be punished. On your knees, villain!" he
continued, as he turned to Ruperto and pressed his hand heavily on his
shoulder; "On your knees, and ask pardon of this angel."
Ruperto sunk together beneath the weight of this iron hand, and fell at
the maiden's feet, murmuring in a timid voice--
"Pardon, pardon!"
"Enough," the Jaguar then said, with a terrible accent; "rise, and thank
your God for having escaped this time again from my vengeance. Open the
door, Carmela."
The maiden obeyed.
"To horse!" the Jaguar continued; "Go and wait for me at the Rio Seco,
and mind that not one stirs before my arrival, under penalty of death.
Begone!"
The three men bowed their heads, and went out without reply; an instant
later the gallop of their horses could be heard echoing on the sandy
road.
The two young people remained alone in the venta.
The Jaguar sat down at the table where the men had been drinking a
moment previously, buried his face in his hands, and seemed plunged in
serious thought.
Carmela looked at him with a mixture of timidity and fear, not daring to
address him.
At length, after a considerable period had elapsed, the young man raised
his head, and looked around him, as if suddenly aroused from deep sleep.
"What, you remained here?" he said to her.
"Yes," she answered, softly.
"Thanks, Carmela--you are kind! You alone love me, when all else hates
me."
"Have I not reason to do so?"
The Jaguar smiled mournfully, but answered this question by asking
another, the usual tactics of persons who do not wish to let their
thoughts be read.
"Now, tell me frankly what happened between you and those scoundrels."
The maiden seemed to hesitate for a moment, but made up her mind and
confessed the warning she gave the Captain of Dragoons.
"You were wrong," the Jaguar said sternly to her; "your imprudence may
produce serious complications. Yet I dare not blame you; you are a
woman, and consequently ignorant of many things. Are you alone here?"
"Quite alone."
"What imprudence! How can Tranquil leave you thus?"
"His duties keep him at present at the Larch-tree hacienda, where there
is going to be a grand hunt in a few days."
"Hum! At any rate, Quoniam ought to have remained with you."
"He could not, for Tranquil required his help."
"The devil is in the business, as it seems," he said, in an ill-humoured
voice; "he must be mad thus to abandon a girl alone in a venta situated
alone in the midst of such a desolate country, during whole weeks."
"I was not alone, for Lanzi was left with me."
"Ah! And what has become of him?"
"A little before sunrise I sent him to kill a little game."
"A capital reason; and you have been left exposed to the coarse language
and ill-treatment of the first scoundrel who thought proper to insult
you."
"I did not think there was any danger."
"Now, I trust you are undeceived."
"Oh!" she cried, with a start of terror, "That shall never happen again,
I swear to you."
"Good! But I think I hear Lanzi's footsteps."
She looked out.
"Yes," she replied, "here he is."
The man shortly after entered. He was of about forty years of age, with
an intelligent and bold face; he had on his shoulders a magnificent
deer, fastened much in the way Swiss hunters carry a chamois, and in his
right hand he held a gun.
He gave a look of annoyance on perceiving the young man; still, he bowed
slightly to him as he placed the venison on the table.
"Oh, oh," the Jaguar said, in a good-humoured tone, "you have had a good
hunt it seems, Lanzi; are the deer plentiful on the plain?"
"I have known the time when they were more numerous," he replied,
gruffly; "but now," he added, shaking his head sorrowfully, "it is a
hard matter for a poor man to kill one or two in a day."
The young man smiled.
"They will return," he said.
"No, no," Lanzi replied, "when the deer have been once startled, they do
not return to the parts they have left, however much it might be to
their benefit to do so."
"You must put up with it then, master, and take things as they are."
"Well, what else do I?" he growled, as he angrily turned his back on the
speaker.
And, after this sally, he reloaded the game on his shoulders, and
entered the other room.
"Lanzi is not amiable to-day," the Jaguar observed, when he found
himself alone with Carmela.
"He is annoyed at meeting you here."
The young man frowned.
"Why so?" he asked.
Carmela blushed and looked down without answering.
The Jaguar looked at her searchingly for a moment.
"I understand," he said at last; "my presence in this hostelry
displeases somebody--him, perhaps."
"Why should it displease him? He is not the master, I suppose."
"That is true; then it displeases your father--is that it?"
The maiden gave a nod of assent.
The Jaguar sprung up violently, and walked up and down the room, with
his head down, and his arms behind his back; after a few minutes of this
behaviour, which Carmela followed with an anxious eye, he stopped
suddenly before her, raised his head, and looked at her fixedly.
"And does my presence here, Carmela, displease you also?"
The girl remained silent.
"Reply," he went on.
"I did not say so," she murmured, with hesitation.
"No," he said, with a bitter smile, "but you think so, Carmela, though
you have not the courage to confess it to my face."
She drew herself up proudly.
"You are unjust to me," she replied, with peevish excitement, "unjust
and unkind. Why should I--_I,_ desire your absence? You never did me any
harm; on the contrary, I have ever found you ready to defend me; this
very day you did not hesitate to protect me from the ill-treatment of
the wretches who insulted me."
"Ah! You allow it?"
"Why should I not allow it, since it is true? Do you consider me
ungrateful, then?"
"No, Carmela, you are only a woman," he replied, bitterly.
"I do not understand your meaning, and do not wish to do so; I alone
here defend you, when my father, or Quoniam, or anyone else accuses you.
Is it my fault, if, owing to your character, and the mysterious life you
lead, you are placed beyond the pale of ordinary existence? Am I
responsible for the silence you insist on maintaining on all that
concerns you personally? You know my father; you know how kind, frank,
and worthy he is; many times he has tried, by circuitous ways, to lead
you to an honourable explanation--but you have always repulsed his
advances. You must, therefore, only blame yourself for the general
isolation in which you are left, and the solitude formed around you; and
do not address reproaches to the only person who, up to the present, has
dared to support you against all."
"It is true," he answered, bitterly; "I am a madman. I acknowledge my
wrongs towards you, Carmela, for you say truly; in all this world, you
alone have been constantly kind and compassionate for the reprobate--for
the man whom the general hatred pursues."
"Hatred as foolish as it is unjust."
"And which you do not share in--is it not?" he exclaimed, sharply.
"No, I do not share it; still, I suffer from your obstinacy; for, in
spite of all that is said of you, I believe you to be honourable."
"Thank you, Carmela; I wish I had it in my power to prove immediately
that you are right, and give a denial to those who insult me like
cowards behind my back, and tremble when I stand before them.
Unfortunately, that is impossible for the present; but the day will
come, I hope, when it will be permitted me to make myself known as what
I really am, and throw off the mask that stifles me; and then--"
"Then?" she repeated, seeing that he hesitated.
Again he hesitated.
"Then," he said, in a choking voice, "I shall have a question to ask
you, and a request to make."
The maiden blushed, but recovered herself directly.
"You will find me ready to answer both," she murmured, in a low and
inarticulate voice.
"Do you mean it?" he asked, joyfully.
"I swear it to you."
A flash of happiness lit up the young man's face like a sunbeam.
"My good Carmela," he said, in a deep voice, "when the moment arrives, I
shall remind you of your promise."
She bowed her head in dumb assent.
There was a moment of silence. The maiden attended to her household
duties with that bird-like lissomness and activity peculiar to women;
the Jaguar walked up and down the room with a preoccupied air; after a
few moments he went to the door and looked out.
"I must be gone," he said.
She gave him a scrutinizing glance.
"Ah," she said.
"Yes; then be kind enough to order Lanzi to prepare Santiago. Perhaps if
I told him so myself he would feel disinclined to do it. I fancy I can
see I am no longer in his good graces."
"I will go," she answered him with a smile.
The young man watched her depart with a stifled sigh.
"What is this I feel?" he muttered, as he pressed his hand powerfully
against his heart, as if he suddenly felt a sudden pain: "Can it be what
people call love? I am mad!" he went on, directly after; "How can I, the
Jaguar, love? Can a reprobate be beloved?"
A bitter smile contracted his lips; he frowned and muttered, in a hollow
voice--
"Every man has his task in this world, and I shall know how to
accomplish mine."
Carmela came in again.
"Santiago will be ready in a moment. Here are your vaquera boots, which
Lanzi begged me to give you."
"Thank you," he said.
And he began fastening on his legs those two pieces of stamped leather
which in Mexico play the part of gaiters, and serve to protect the rider
from the horse.
While the young man fastened on his botas, with one foot on the bench,
and his body bent forward, Carmela examined him attentively, with an
expression of timid hesitation.
The Jaguar noticed it.
"What do you want?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she said, stammering.
"You are deceiving me, Carmela. Come--time presses--tell me the truth."
"Well," she replied, with a hesitation more and more marked, "I have a
prayer to make to you."
"Speak quickly, Niña, for you know that, whatever it may be, I grant it
to you beforehand."
"You swear it?"
"I do."
"Well, whatever may happen, I desire that if you meet the Captain of
Dragoons who was here this morning, you will grant him your protection."
The young man sprung up, as if stung by a viper.
"Ah, then," he shrieked, "what I was told was true, then?"
"I do not know what you are alluding to, but I repeat my request."
"I do not know the man, since I did not arrive until after his
departure."
"Yes, you know him," she continued, boldly. "Why seek a subterfuge, if
you wish to break the promise you made me? It would be better to be
frank."
"It is well," he replied, in a gloomy voice and a tone of biting irony;
"reassure yourself Carmela, I will defend your lover."
And he rushed madly from the venta.
"Oh!" the maiden exclaimed, as she fell on a bench, and melted into
tears; "Oh! That demon is properly christened the Jaguar! He has a
tiger's heart in his bosom."
She buried her face in her hands, and broke out into sobs.
At the same moment the rapid gallop of a retreating horse was heard.